Bring 'Em Down
Wynde
08-15-2020, 09:25 AM
Wyndelin held perfectly still as he waited, his dark earthen pelt seeming to melt into the shadows. He watched quietly as Resin tore into the swan and then placed the bait. Patience was integral to hunting and the duo waited until at last one of the condors glided down and began to feast. The second bobbed its head, gazing down at the kill and its fellow before taking off into the air and gliding down as well. The great bird landed next to the kill and started ripping into it. Wyndelin waited a moment more for the birds to get comfortable before he leapt out toward the nearest condor. Wyndelin seized the birds throat, his chest colliding into its back as he flattened it down into the ground. It flailed and struggled, its large wings flapping violently. For a moment Wyndelin feared he was going to be airborne. He held on for dear life, knowing that the beak and talons of this bird could seriously wound him if he slipped up. "Talk" |